Who am I?

Who am I? Good question. A misplaced queen, perhaps? I grew up as a tomboy among many brothers in a wild and wonderful place in the Southern Hemisphere, always secretly I hoping that one day, princess I would be. But I blinked and found myself living north of the equator, Queen Incognito, among seven boys: six of them still learning the ropes and one wise sage overseeing the chaos. Do I love it? Most days. Am I in desperate need of sanity? I am. Therefore I art.